Oh, those new porters down on the docks. You can tell by their accent that they ain’t from the City. Same way you can tell one of them mountain folk, if they ain’t one of them shorties.
They could not have come from very far away, for our ships didn’t have enough time to have gone very far to find them, and even at flank, they don’t travel fast.
So where did they come from, and what else do you know about that place?
Port Flankin. A small town on an island directy south of Armada, famous for their fireworks, the sweet fruit known as The Gumbie, and small Cobalt Finches.
I *love* Gumbie fruit but can never find it anywhere.
A few may be refugees of Kingsford, my home town a bit south of Falun. Sadly, there was a great fire in town and the whole place burned to the ground, and oddly the charcoal stayed smoldering for quite some time after.
is that a mining town too?
There was coal mining. It’s abandoned now.
wonder if that seam is still smoldering.
*Ponders the fate of the poor Kingsfordians while prying open the barbeque* “I think some of them have done quite well, or at least medium-rare…”
Chao Lai, a mountainous, arid and lawless land. Of monks and the mystic. Where the thin air can trick a man into seeing from this world onto others. The people are a hearty breed. One built to survive and thrive in the harsh cold. The work here is of ease but the air thicker and harder to handle.
It is a land of questions; with secrets and weath hidden beneith snow and rock.
Actually, we may be in for a spot of trouble with the Port porters. I couldn’t help but notice that many of them are Romanchurian nomads. You can’t mss them really – with their long hair and brightly dyed, multicoloured clothing.
Now personally I have nothing against the Romanchurians and their rather Bohemian lifestyle of communal sharing, and Epicurean/Hedonistic excesses, however in general they are widely despised and ridiculed – even to the point of persecution. In fact, if there is one thing all the disparate nations documented in this thread (other than the mountainous Chao Laiians who are a bit isolationist) can agree upon (even the Northwellians and Southwellians) – it is that the best place for a Romanchurian is anywhere else but here.
Norspania – A divided, landlocked city-state to the east where the two halves are united by a single well that supplies the only drinkable water in the area that isn’t contaminated by a curious mineral that causes people to fall up into the stratosphere when ingested in sufficient quantities (never say “drink up” to a Norspanian… to them it means “go to hell”). In Norspania Northwell, everyone is blond; in Norspania Southwell, everyone is raven-haired.
They are superlative makers of tools, but mostly what they produce are strong-backed men who travel in small groups to other countries to find work and send money back to their families in Norspania. It is *not* advisable to have Northwellians and Southwellians working on the same job site (unless you have excellent insurance).